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The root cause of the onset is actually in elementary school.

At that time, Jiang Cun's parents had divorced, and he lived with his grandparents all the time. He was very introverted and silent.All the other children were playing games on the playground, and he was the only one sitting under the flower bed looking at the distant sky in a daze.Usually, he hardly ever goes out, and his only contact with people is the two old people.

He was just in first grade when he realized he couldn't seem to make out other people's faces.

Strange to say, for parents and grandparents, he can accurately distinguish "this is mother/father/grandpa/grandmother" when he sees them, but once his eyes leave their faces, he can't remember them anyway. look like anyone.

So much so that he couldn't tell who was who in the class, and was excluded like a small animal that didn't fit in.

To use a simple analogy, let you look at the starry sky, and then look down to recall the appearance of each star in it, can you do it?In fact, when Jiang Cun looked at the starry sky, he couldn't tell the difference between those shining things at all.

At first the teacher noticed something was wrong, and asked Jiang Cun what was wrong, and gradually learned about face blindness, and said to the whole class: "Student Jiang Cun has face blindness, so he can't remember everyone's appearance, but everyone still wants to see it." Get along with him a lot and become good friends!"

The teacher’s intentions are good, but children’s mischievous minds are born. A few mischievous ones will intentionally bump into his books, hold orchid fingers and read “face blindness” in a strange voice, and then laugh together , There are still many bad boys who ask him to borrow things and money, and then refuse to pay back the loan.

I don't know why, but in the eyes of some children in the lower grades, the elementary gods in the sixth grade are simply gods, so that every sixth grader in their school is like a little crab, rampant.

I don’t know which sixth-grade student who called himself a “school bully” knew about Jiang Cun’s “strange disease” and stopped him every day on his way home begging for money. .

In that year, Jiang Cun did not know how many student ID cards were reissued, and the teachers in the Moral Education Department remembered him.

I don’t know if this is luck or misfortune, but it was through this year that Jiang Cun discovered the way to remember people not only through face recognition, but also through other characteristics—such as voice, hairstyle, clothing style, etc.

The sixth grader walked in a weird way. In his own eyes, he might be called "cool and dragging", but in the eyes of others, he might look like a polio-affected weirdo wandering the streets, with his legs shaking.

Later, he used money to find some junior high school students, led them to the back door of the school, and beat them up.

It's quite scary to think about it now. It's not bold enough for a first-grade child to do such a thing.

Jiang Cun felt that there might be a violent factor in his body, and he was so calm and cruel that it was outrageous.

But children, 3 minutes of heat, in fact, except for those mischievous ones, no one is worried about face blindness, but no one wants to play with him.

After all, can a classmate who can't even pronounce his name be considered a friend?

So Jiang Cun hated any social activities, hated the disdainful eyes of his classmates, hated the pity tone of the teacher, hated himself who was so cowardly and unable to struggle.

But he is very smart, he tries hard to remember the characteristics of the classmates around him - Song Jijun likes to wear double ponytails, Heisei always wears a blue watch, Hexi talks very fast...

He forced himself to integrate into this small group, and they have lived together peacefully for three years. The little boys who used to humiliate him with words have also become his "good brothers", and they hang out together from time to time on weekends.

But he really hates getting along with people and talking to people. Obviously he only likes to read books and paintings quietly, but he always has to squeeze out time to participate in meaningless lively activities.

Originally, he had already done a good job, but this peaceful situation lasted until the change of head teacher in the fourth grade.

The teachers of the first to third grades were probably overflowing with sympathy, and told the new class teacher Jiang Cun endlessly: "This child is a bit withdrawn and has face blindness. His parents divorced when he was in kindergarten. You should take care of him. His personality Too shy."

Everyone is kind, but this kind way is too cruel.

His tablemate is called Li Jingzhi. Once there was a small friction between them, she broke her pencil in a fit of anger. Jiang Cun never understood the so-called "compassion for fragrance and jade", and he was also very angry-the pen that he worked so hard to sharpen, You broke me right away.

He stared at Li Jingzhi coldly, his eyes filled with dead silence, and his face was expressionless: "Are you sick?"

It was just three words, but the girl burst into tears in fright.

Jiang Cun was puzzled—what did I do wrong?She is in a bad mood and throws a temper tantrum with my pen?Can't I fight back?

Originally it was just a trivial matter, after the teacher found out about it, both parties apologized, but Li Jingzhi cried a lot after returning home, sat in the living room without eating and lost his temper.Can the Li family bear it?How can the eldest lady who has been held in her heart since she was a child be wronged like this?

They came to the school aggressively the next day, and the woman with the stiletto heels was wearing sunglasses and looked domineering: "Our daughter is usually very good, how did your teacher teach the students like this? "

Li Jingzhi was holding his mother's hand, smiling smugly, as if to say, "Look, this is what happens when you make me cry."

The man in the suit and leather shoes should be Li Jingzhi's father. Feeling embarrassed, he patted his wife on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Don't be like this, man..."

"What's the matter?" The woman raised her voice a notch, ready to appear in a large-scale family ethics drama at any time, "I only saw my daughter being bullied! You Li family doesn't have a good thing, and you don't usually come back to see our mother and daughter , are you pretending here now?"

The man probably thought she was too unreasonable, so he frowned and stopped talking, looking at Li Jingzhi with complicated eyes.

The head teacher also felt embarrassed, looking at the scene in front of him in a dilemma, not knowing how to deal with it.

There was a pause in the middle, Jiang Cun sighed inwardly, grabbed the hem of the school uniform tightly, still expressionless: "Uncle and aunt, I was wrong, I'm sorry."

"Li Jingzhi, I was wrong, I'm sorry."

His voice was as calm as if he was reading a text, and at that moment he felt like a heroic soldier.

The woman's sarcasm stopped abruptly, and she seemed to be looking at the little boy in front of her in surprise. She had automatically regarded Jiang Cun as "a stubborn and bad student who didn't listen to instructions" in her heart. She didn't expect him to be so She quickly confessed, Jiang Cun gave a step, and she was embarrassed to say anything out of the face of an adult, but the arrogance in her heart was still inflated, and her tone was light.

"Okay, I don't have time to fight with you anymore. Next time, don't bully our Jingzhi. Teacher Liu, please change the position in the class. I don't want everyone to sit with our Jingzhi."

Probably the whole family was carved out of a mold. Li Jingzhi walked past Jiang Cun holding his mother's hand, and said with a sneer, "Some people raise but no one teaches", in the same ironic tone.

From the beginning to the end, Jiang Cun stood alone.

The teacher in charge was surnamed Liu, and he nodded repeatedly with a formulaic smile on his face.

The family is indeed rich, and the school's laboratories, sports equipment, and many things are donated by them.The school organized spring outings and autumn outings, and a group of children surrounded Li Jingzhi enviously, looking at her like a proud peacock, pointing at the signs of various shops and talking eloquently.

"This, my family invested, next time I'll treat you to milk tea."

"That building, did you see it? It's called an office building, and it was also built by my father."

"Hey, the park I came out to play this time is so small, I've never been here before."

Like a real little princess, she accepts the compliments of the servants with peace of mind, and has become the center and leader of the whole class. Many small class leaders also want to curry favor with her, hoping that she can raise the bar from the team counselors. If you name yourself, you will have the opportunity to participate in various entertainment performances in the school.

Jiang Cun apologized, but it was because he was uneasy.

He felt guilty for letting Mr. Liu act as a peacemaker by the side.

Alright, since I take a step back and the sky is wide open, I'll just give in and apologize, and you all quit my world.

But in the days that followed, his slightest sense of guilt towards Mr. Liu disappeared without a trace.

Li Jingzhi didn't incite the whole class to isolate him—she still wanted to maintain the image of a sweet and kind princess in front of others. In fairy tales, only witches and stepmothers are vicious; Especially for the question of "who hates whom and who likes whom", it is easy to smell something unusual.

That feeling is more powerless than being bullied. Only a few people in the class who don't follow the trend are willing to talk to themselves, and the content of the talk is often just nodding and saying good morning. Most people regard him as an invisible person.

The homework will never be handed out to me, and everyone will hide the fact that tomorrow will be a holiday. On Teacher's Day, the whole class stands up and says "Happy Teacher's Day", and I sit conspicuously alone and do nothing.

It's really a ridiculous game.

I repeat again—Ms. Liu is a good teacher, she is also kind, and her starting point is very good, but she uses the wrong method.

In the team class, she taught everyone to "love each other and be united as one." She taught these eleven or twelve-year-old children what school violence is. He has face blindness and was once threatened by his senior classmates.

When get out of class was about to end, she smiled at everyone: "So, is anyone willing to be Jiang Cun's friend and give him a hug?"

No one raised their hands.

There is hatred for no reason in the world, and some young and ignorant children will do it more decisively than adults, because they never know the seriousness of the consequences, and they don't care about other people's emotions.

Jiang Cun didn't speak, he threw his messy desk and ran out of the school.

Running too fast, I accidentally bumped into something, rolled on the ground several times, and when my eyes were clear, I realized that something must have happened to my right hand.

The gauze wrapped round and round is probably useless.

Grandpa leaned on crutches and tremblingly came to the school to go through the procedures for him to suspend his studies, but Jiang Cun was not sad at all.

He found that he seemed to have lost the right to cry and roar, and his heart was numb.

He became more and more silent, venting all his emotions on the drawing paper without any expression.

In those days, his drawing skills improved by leaps and bounds, and he was able to skillfully master the technique of drawing with his left hand.

In the important stage of forming his character and personality, he has begun to be unable to trust anyone, has a sense of panic about everything, and is unwilling to contact.

In the last semester of the sixth grade, he took extra cultural lessons seriously, won the right to free tuition and miscellaneous fees with the best grades in the city, and successfully entered the No. [-] Middle School.

The three years of junior high school passed by in a flash, and he even skipped a grade. When Jiang Cun recalled those times, he felt that his memory was missing for a while, and it was blank. He couldn't remember what happened in the past at all.

He has no girls he likes, nothing he is interested in, most of his classmates live in his class, he has been a commuter for three years and has few acquaintances, does not participate in any group activities, and does not disclose any of his social accounts.

Emotionless - that's how he rated himself.

The grades in the high school entrance examination are still as good as ever, ranking fifth in the city, and they are still free of tuition and miscellaneous fees, and they go straight to the high school in the headquarters.

He's alive and well and doesn't need anyone's mercy.

At the end of the first volume of senior high school, he was recruited by the fifth middle school, firstly because the conditions offered by the fifth middle school were very attractive, and secondly because the first middle school refused to accept him.

A seedling of Tsinghua University and Peking University suddenly became a hot potato for fighting.

After the division, by coincidence, he met Li Jingzhi again, or Li Jingzhi's boyfriend.

The little girl was stuffed into the best class with money by her omnipotent parents, but she still had no self-knowledge.When she grows up, she is indeed bright and charming. It cannot be said that she is like a self-centered princess.

She fell in love with the school bully in her grade, and the school bully's family also belonged to the rich and powerful one. One time when she saw Jiang Cun, she spat an invisible mouthful of saliva on the ground in disgust, exaggeratingly expressing her disgust .

There seemed to be an energy storage bar in Jiang Cun's body, and the negative energy was filled to the point that it exploded out of the grid, and he scuffled with that person without even thinking about it.

How powerful the Li family is, how powerful the school bully is, they can transfer Jiang Cun to another school with just a flick of a finger.

"It's actually pretty good."

At this point in the story, Jiang Cun smiled slightly.

It’s not pretending to be happy, it’s true—there’s a trace of sweetness in my heart, slowly and fully dissolving, occupying every tiny corner.

"The polar night has passed, and I met you."

Brother Lian, I am running towards you facing the rising sun.